Then we got married.

Yup, that's how it worked for me. Hubby moved in with me after he got tired of his crappy apartment and crappier roommates. I'd have been content to leave it at that, but somehow Provo landlords didn't like renting to unmarried couples. So, reader, I married him.

Cake is good ... can I have a man and a cake?

erika, I got caught in a wheelchair gridlock the other day - the hotel across the street from my office is where they're having the National Council on Independent Living conference. Had to watch out or get my toes run over.

And, Teppy, as long as he isn't interested in starting a family and thinks the incubator is the way to go.

Noise, speaking of sin, does your partner prefer the email address with a 9 on the end, or the one with firstname.lastname? I have 2, and I'm not sure which to use.

The one with the 9 on the end.

Then we got married.

And the sin part was great! The living...well, once we got a place that was bigger than a matchbox, worked out just fine.

In that little shoebox apartment we lived in, the living became not so fun, which meant the sin suffered.

"Can't you do dishes?"
"Can't you stop leaving your shoes in the middle of the floor?"
"Why do you have so many books?"
"Why do you have so many clothes?"
"Why can't you shower without spraying water all over the bathroom?"
"Wanna have sex?"
"God, no!"
"Me either."

Thanks, ND! Looking for people to say nice things about me.

In that little shoebox apartment we lived in, the living became not so fun, which meant the sin suffered.

Hee.

Ahhhh...the good ole days.

Still haven't gotten a hold of anyone yet to see when they are coming home.

Of course, my mom's answer will be, "What does it matter? You should be keeping the house clean anyway." To which I want to respond, "YOU don't keep your house clean. It's the cleanest it's been since Jess moved out! Now go back up north."

Har. I won't live in sin, not because I think that there's anything wrong with it, but I just want to save it for marriage.

Of course, my mom's answer will be, "What does it matter? You should be keeping the house clean anyway." To which I want to respond, "YOU don't keep your house clean. It's the cleanest it's been since Jess moved out! Now go back up north."

Cracked me up the first weekend they went up north.

Aimee's Mom: And I expect the house to be clean when we get back. Clean according to my standards.

Me: (What I didn't say aloud) Hah! You've never had to clean to Aimee's standards. I assure you, your standards will be a cakewalk after all these years with your daughter. Hell, I'll have time to finish my book and take a nap if all I'm shooting for is your mere mortal standards.

(What I did say aloud) Of course. Sure thing.

Sure enough, when they got back, Aimee's mom went out of her way to let us know the house looked GREAT!! Which was very nice of her.

I tried not to smirk.

Save the sin for marriage, Vortex??

It sounds like you guys are coming to your decision at comfortable-to-you speeds... if y'all are talking about it without feeling nauseous, then I think you both will get to the point where you're comfortable taking that leap.

NOT that I have any intention of moving in with anyone anytime soon. At all. (Seriously, even if K and I WERE dating again, I can't imagine). But I figure my automatic reaction to anything involving committment is nausea and hyperventilation. So I need outside comment to know if it's normal or if I need to get over it. Like, clearly moving in after a month is crazy (even if sometimes it works out). Waiting years and years, I'd need to get over it. But where in between does it go from being crazy to being normal? That, I would need help with. I figure better to get the info ahead of needing it...

But I figure my automatic reaction to anything involving committment is nausea and hyperventilation.

It could be a reaction to the specific commitment rather than to Commitment in general. You know what I mean? It may just not have been right for you at whatever place in time it happened...?

Am I talking out of my ass? Perhaps. However, I have also just had cake. Whoo!